Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
The capriciousness that has recently left it's stench of indecision around chez Strachan, has risen a notch as we get close to tomorrow's big choice. If your wondering what the stench of indecision is like, it's not unlike the aroma of a curry...... or is that pizza?! This Thursday, after weeks of pondering, contemplation and pondering, the big day will eventually be... Continue Reading →
Another day, another claiming of squatters rights in a hospital waiting room. On this occasion, the trip is for the oncologist to provide a family member with results from a previous weeks CT scan.. Outside the heavy precipitation taps against the waiting area window as if its trying to grab my attention. Irrationally, I opine the rain is goading yours truly; advising I may be safe at the moment, but... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, almost to the day, I embarked on a trip to the Scottish village where my surname originates. At the time, I wrote three narratives journaling my voyage, all of which I am in the process of editing. Below is an updated version chronicling the third and final part of that expedition....... I concluded the second part of my trilogy of yarns from my road trip to... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, almost to the day, I embarked on a trip to the Scottish village where my surname originates. At the time, I wrote three narratives journaling my voyage, all of which I am in the process of editing. Below is an updated version chronicling the second part of that expedition....... At the end of the first narrative on my road trip around Scotland,... Continue Reading →
Two years ago, almost to the day, I embarked on a trip to the Scottish village where my surname originates. At the time, I wrote three narratives journaling my voyage, all of which I am in the process of editing. Below is an updated version chronicling the first part of that expedition....... Sitting by myself on the driveway in my trusty black Astra automobile, it... Continue Reading →
Twenty seven years ago today I became a father for the first time. It was just gone 3 am when my son Jonathon made an appearance at a Bedfordshire hospital. His arrival followed a harrowing seven hours for his mum, and me shouting myself hoarse with regular cries of “Heave!”..... An unhelpful yell that made it appear the delivery room was... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, I wrote a short story which was completely (but deliberately) barking mad. I have to say, I can’t ever recall enjoying writing anything as much as I did those 1100 words. I belly laughed through large swathes of the text I was writing, as well as a read back during this mornings edit. However, now I have the dilemma of... Continue Reading →
This morning, I'm being taunted by the blank white page, as it gawps back from my poorly performing laptop. My frustration of suffering writers block exacerbated by the latency of my computer. Its responses so slow that the ‘live' national BBC news being streamed to my screen is last Sundays! Sensing this doubly sourced frustration, the blank Word document appears to smugly goad... Continue Reading →
On this day, in 1835, PT Barnum and his circus embarked on their first ever tour of the United States. The multi-skilled Connecticut born showman’s diverse curriculum vitae included author, publisher, philanthropist, and politician. However, he classed his work entertaining audiences as his real true love. Barnum is accredited by some as being the man... Continue Reading →